This fic is about what's going on in Myka's head during her surgery. It's a little bit strange and kind of goofy, but I thought the story was in need of a change to counteract all the angst. Enjoy!

I'm unconscious, so this must be the inside of my head. Apparently it consists of a large library with a garden in the back. I glance out a beautifully crafted window and see two exact replicas of myself standing next to a group of lilacs.

Oh no. This CANNOT be happening. I can imagine something like this happening in Pete's ridiculous mind, but not in mine. Even so, I decide that it might be remotely useful to talk to them to pass the time. I head out to the garden from my perch on a velvety window seat.

The other two Mykas are in deep conversation, arguing over something that I can't decipher. When they see that I've arrived, they abruptly stop. One gives a lopsided smile and the other scowls at me; this is going to be weirder than I thought. I decide it might be best to start by talking to the happier one while reminding myself that this is all a dream, or at least it's all in my head.

"So," I begin. "You're me." They nod, and I immediately feel like an idiot, talking to myself. "What were you just talking about?"

"Don't you wish you knew?" sneers the nasty one. The nice one (this is so weird) glances sympathetically at me and turns back to the mean one.

"Save it, Myka." Then she turns back to me and bites her lip as if speculating something. "Do you really want to know?"

I shrug and twirl my hair nervously. "Well, yeah; it;s kind of unfair that you're...I'm keeping secrets from myself." I'm still trying to puzzle out how this makes any sense.

"We were talking about Pete," blurts mean, no, devil-me. I feel myself flush.

"P...Pete?" They both nod. "Leave him out of it." Of, course, they ignore me, but that's only to be expected from Myka clones.

"You miss him a lot," says angel-me. "Steve wasn't lying when he said you had repressed tension to sort out."

"You love him," finishes devil-me. Actually, I was wrong. They're both devils.

"Shut up!" I yell at them/myself. This is getting really confusing. Again they ignore me.

"Pete's worried you might die during the operation."

Oh god, not again.

"You'll never get to tell him how you really feel." Okay, this does it.

"I'm out of here. And don't either of you dare follow me." At this point I can't tell which one is which, but it doesn't matter anymore. I storm into the library where my favorite book and a glass of cold lemonade are waiting next to a large, plush chair. Perfect. Should it freak me out that I have a library full of books that I've memorized in my head? Nah.

I try my best not to think about what they/I said to myself, but their/my words linger in my mind.

Could I? Nope. I'm not. I'm absolutely, positively not in love with Pete, no matter what I say. Probably.

Back at the B+B, while Pete ponders his rash decision with a little help from his friends...

The first Pete leans against my bed, the second Pete sits on my couch. I pace back and forth, listening to the murmur of voices downstairs. I've been trying to get hold of Myka for almost an hour now,and I'm worried.

"Come on, Lattimer." I look up at them.

"You can do better than this."

"Just tell her already."

I frown at them. "I can't, she didn't answer her phone and the hospital line is busy."

They exchange glances and continue.

"Tell her before it's too late."

My head snaps up again. Not them too! "Before what?"

"Before she's gone."

"While you still have time."

Now I'm glaring. "Don't, Don't tell me about that!"

One of them looks into my eyes. "have you seen the way you look at each other?"

"You want her BAD."

"And I wouldn't be surprised if she has an itching."

My eyes widen. "A what?"

"An itching for you."

"To kiss you."

"To hold you."

"To love you."

One grins at the other, having successfully got on my nerves.

"You want her to love you more than anything else."

This has gone too far. I intensify my glare so that my eyebrows are so low it seems like my eyes are about to pop out of their sockets.

"No. I want her to be safe and happy. Now go away. You're not real. Go!"

"If you say so," one grumbles.

They fade into my wall and I sigh. Then, just as I'm about to head downstairs, my cell phone rings: it's the hospital.

I pick up. "Hello?"

"Agent Lattimer? You might want to come down here right away. There's something we'd like you to see."

I gulp. "I'm on my way."

To Be Continued

I decide to start another multi- chapter story to keep you all on your toes while we're waiting for season 5. Hope you like it!

-ThestralSpell14407